There is no carriage in front of the door of the furnished house. Juliette is already gone. I rushed down to the caretaker.
"Was there someone here a minute ago asking about me? Was it a lady? Mme. Juliette Roux?"
"Why no, Monsieur Mintié."
"Well, is there a letter for me?"
"Nothing, Monsieur Mintié."
I was thinking:
"She'll be here in a minute!"
I waited. No one came! I continued waiting. Nobody came! Time passed. And still no one came!
"The contemptible creature! And she was still smiling! And she looked gay! And she knew that I was going to kill myself at six o'clock!"
I ran to the Rue de Balzac. Celestine assured me that Madame had just gone out.